Dreams evaporated in smoke
Vile monsters let loose
In a flash, the world collapsed
Smiles vanished like a bubble
Burst out of existence
By the tip of a finger
Angels fled the battlefield
In tears, mourned their defeat
With eyes, drenched in sorrow
What's happening?
Do you know any more than I do?
Where is this insanity going?
The rule has changed
The end precedes the beginning
Alas! Humanity silent, only devil's cheer.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
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Well done. Humanity is indeed too silent. Not that there are not many voices to oppose terror. I fear it will continue for a long time. It is the saddest thing on earth, when earth and life can be so beautiful all these terrorists can think of is death and domination and the ugliest and basest side of the human animal.
Grandiose the scenes depicted so beautifully in poetical terms.
So many look forward to The end. To them, it leads to a beginning, so the present does not matter. All we have is the present. I hope more people can appreciate that. Your writing style is magnificent.
Brilliant observation...liked this valuable poem. Top score.
An insightful piece of work! I totally go with the spirit of this poem...Full marks.
Hi Nosheen, The rule has changed The end precedes the beginning Alas Humanity silent Only Devil's cheer! A really haunting poem, expressing the concerns on this calamitous times, in most simple and apt words. Every human being with his/her back bone straight, should respond. And your response is of immense importance, as you live in a country, which is one of the worst victims of the unending cycles of violence.
- only devil's cheer - is a grim but honest ending to your poem, it shows how far we have sunk as a world society from what humanity should be. The speaker expresses dismay and confusion. I'm sure Nosheen has relevant ideas but this is not a programmatic poem, offering some 10-point solution or what not. It is a cry from the heart, an emotional appeal made before it's too late for us to recognize the crisis and assume responsibility. I was especially moved by the third stanzas about ANGELS giving up, drenched in sorrow. Angels make brief appearances in my poems. Their presence is a sign of our spiritual condition, and right now it's perilous. This poem is what William Stafford called A NECESSARY POEM.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes! ! Dreams evaporated in smoke! With the muse of the monsters of this world. Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing.